| Song | Fause Fause |
| Artist | Kris Drever |
| Album | Black Water |
| 作曲 : Traditional | |
| Fause, Fause hae ye been | |
| Tae me my love | |
| An often ye've changed yer mind | |
| But nou ye've lain yer love | |
| On some other fair one | |
| I fear ye'r nae longer mine | |
| Fause, Fause hae ye been | |
| I have climbed intae a tree that wis too high for me | |
| Seekin fruit whaur there wasn't any growin | |
| I've drawn warm water from beneath the cauld, cauld clay | |
| An against the stream I was rowin | |
| Fause, Fause hae ye been | |
| But I intend tae climb intae some far higher tree | |
| An herrie the white snowflake's nest | |
| An doun I will fall withoot any fear | |
| Intae the airms that luve me the best | |
| Fause, Fause hae ye been | |
| Fause, Fause hae ye been | |
| Tae me my love | |
| An often ye've changed yer mind | |
| But nou ye've lain yer love | |
| On some other fair one | |
| I fear ye'r nae longer mine | |
| Fause, Fause hae ye been |
| zuò qǔ : Traditional | |
| Fause, Fause hae ye been | |
| Tae me my love | |
| An often ye' ve changed yer mind | |
| But nou ye' ve lain yer love | |
| On some other fair one | |
| I fear ye' r nae longer mine | |
| Fause, Fause hae ye been | |
| I have climbed intae a tree that wis too high for me | |
| Seekin fruit whaur there wasn' t any growin | |
| I' ve drawn warm water from beneath the cauld, cauld clay | |
| An against the stream I was rowin | |
| Fause, Fause hae ye been | |
| But I intend tae climb intae some far higher tree | |
| An herrie the white snowflake' s nest | |
| An doun I will fall withoot any fear | |
| Intae the airms that luve me the best | |
| Fause, Fause hae ye been | |
| Fause, Fause hae ye been | |
| Tae me my love | |
| An often ye' ve changed yer mind | |
| But nou ye' ve lain yer love | |
| On some other fair one | |
| I fear ye' r nae longer mine | |
| Fause, Fause hae ye been |